Drunk Off Holy Water

Ancient women in black lace, Knees pressed to the hard wood Of the ancient pews. Blood like holy water, Navigating around pure bone To find the pure heart. Lead by their savior, Only man they believe in, Since the only man who was believable Left. Left in ways unknown. Pure absence; rotting yet yearning. Drunk off holy water and reliance of the unknown. What is saving grace when anthem prayers Repeating in their blood pumping heart Are too ancient to be considered pure. Only lifeline a repeating lifestyle. Repetition a saving grace For the drunk off holy water women.

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